Hold on me.
You’ve got such a hold me, and you know that. That’s terrible cause everytime i tell myself that’s the last straw, you go and say something silly that warms my heart with reminders.
I say stop calling me, but i wonder about you when you do. Leave me alone, but wonder how you could when you do.
Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do i do this to myself? Cause i want to. Cause i can. Cause if this is what love feels like, i’m sucka for it.
